The women he typically had sex with knew what he wanted. What he liked. What they were getting into.
Belle was an unknown. What would she say if he told her everything he wanted? Would she give him what he wanted?
He never made false promises. He would make it good for her. He knew enough about sex and women to make this very good for her.
When she smiled and slipped her hands under the waistband of his underwear, he almost sighed in relief. Until she wrapped a hand around his cock and started a wicked pump. Then he could barely breathe.
Her smooth hand created just enough friction to set his nerve endings on fire. Letting his eyes close, he leaned his head back against the bench and absorbed the sensations.
The feel of her naked thighs under his hands, the slight flex of her muscles as she worked him. When she shifted, he felt her breath along his cheek as she bent to lick at his jaw, nipping at the skin, then moving to his mouth. She kissed him this time, and it was a reversal he enjoyed.
Typically he kissed a woman and she let him. This…almost blew his mind.
She wasn’t as demanding as he would have been. Her lips were softer, gentler, but still managed to make his heart pound. He didn’t realize his hips had started to thrust in time with her caress until the tip of his cock brushed against her still-covered mound.
He leaned back just enough to be able to speak. “How attached are you to these panties?”
“Not very.”
“Good.”
In a split second, he’d snapped both sides of her thong and drew the now-worthless scrap from between her legs, leaving her naked to his fingers.
While she continued to stroke him, he petted the small triangle of hair just above her clit.
She rewarded him by tightening her hand around his cock and shivering. “You’re not as civilized as you pretend to be, are you?”
If she only knew. “There’s a time and place for everything. It’s time for you to fuck me.”
She shuddered in his arms, the sound of her labored breathing telling him she was just as close as he was. His cock felt like iron and throbbed like a son of a bitch.
“Then I guess you’d better make use of that condom.”
He reached for the packet, making sure he tweaked her nipples before he drew it from between her breasts. She moaned again as the sound of foil tearing ripped through the silent garden.
He had a momentary hesitation for their location but, tucked in the topiary garden, they were pretty well concealed by the trees. And his coat hung down her back, covering his knees as well. No one would see anything that would embarrass Belle.
He barely had the condom rolled on before she positioned herself over the tip and started a slow, sensuous slide down his shaft.
The heat of her pussy seared him through the thin casing of the condom, her tight sheath pulsing around him, easing only enough to let him in. He wanted to thrust and he felt her take a deep breath, as if waiting for him to move. But he knew anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Jared.” He heard the plea in her tone, felt the contained desire in her body, and his thighs tightened. But he forced his muscles to relax, his fingers to release their tight grip on her hips.
“Ride me, Belle. Slow and easy. Make me beg for it.”
Usually, it was his pleasure to make the woman beg. But Belle wasn’t anywhere near usual. She was unique, unknown but completely open, and so damn sensual.
She took him at his word and began to lift her body off his cock without fully seating him. She pulled up until only the tip was still lodged in her sex. Then she shifted again and he pulled free. Rubbing her lips over the head, she teased herself with him, moving to stroke her clit against him.
She started to pant after the first minute or so, matching him breath for breath, but she didn’t take him in again. Sweat began to seep down his back and bead on his forehead, his balls pulled up as tight as rocks.
He bent his head to pull a nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. Her cry echoed around the garden, and she shuddered just before she reached down to pull his cock away from his body. Then she sat on him and took him deep and fast.
She froze and he released the tight tip to look into her eyes. Hers were glazed with passion and he figured he probably had the same look in his. He thought she was going to say something so he waited, watching her, his body screaming for release until finally he broke.
“I’m begging. Please, Belle. Fuck me.”
Her smile combined with the almost brutal pace she set made his eyes roll back in his head and for the first time in his life, he gave his pleasure over completely to another person.
And she didn’t let him down. She rode him hard, kept up the pressure, her thighs working her body up and down. He tried to hold out, to hold on, but his body wouldn’t listen.
He came with a deep groan, lifting his hips into her downward thrust to seat himself high and tight inside her.
He pulsed his release into the condom, listening to her breathless moan as she jerked against him, her sex milking him as she came.
The vague regret that he wasn’t naked inside her passed through his head.
Next time.
He really hoped there was a next time.
He’d make damn sure there was.
“Belle, would you like to accompany me to an after-party?”
Four
Annabelle read through the waiver a second time, though she knew she was going to sign it.
Her pussy still rippled with aftershocks from that amazing orgasm. And she wanted more.
She looked up into Jared’s bright blue eyes. “What type of party requires a legal waiver?”
Sprawled in a matching art deco leather club chair in a small but decadently furnished room on the fourth floor, Jared watched her with an intensity that should have worried her.
Her bodily response was far from it, as it made her wet and hot to have him again. In any and all ways possible.
He smiled. “The waiver’s not only for your protection but for the other members’. This party isn’t like any other you’ve ever been to, Belle. Its only reason for being is pleasure. There are no rules except those against physical violence. If you want to leave at any time, you only have to say the word. But the waiver requires you not to reveal who else is in the room.
“You have my word no one will hurt you or do anything you don’t ask for. Or beg for.” He paused and she could barely swallow as her heart began to pound in anticipation and her sex clenched. “This is only about pleasure. As much as you can stand. In any way you want.”
Oh, hell. Where had all the air in the room gone? She certainly needed more.
From the moment Jared had whisked her into the private elevator at the rear of the garden and up to this fourth-floor room, she’d known exactly what type of party he’d asked her to attend.
“How many people will be there?”
His steady gaze never faltered. “Ten were invited but I’m not sure all of them will show. Eleven if you decide to join us.”
“And no one will know my identity?”
“Everyone wears a mask the entire time.”
Kinky, she thought. And arousing. Maybe she had inherited some of her mom’s sensuality. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?”
His lips curved in a wicked grin. “No.”
Oh, my, when he looked at her like that she wanted to jump him where he sat. Unzip his pants and ride him until she passed out. He made her feel sexy, beautiful. Wanted.
And so freaking horny. She could very easily get addicted to his touch.
She picked up the pen from the side table and signed her name on the bottom line, illegible but still legal. Beneath the paragraph that stated she was free of any sexually transmitted diseases.